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Dean rushed forward, immediately gently picking the semi conscious Sam from the ground and resting his head on his lap. "Oh god... Sam? Sam!" Dean said urgently, as he tried and failed to wake Sam up properly.
Dead green eyes stared up at him, and Dean nearly threw up when he saw the blood on the floor. Dean ran a shaking hand through Sam's long hair and desperately tried to carry him off the floor. Sam whined in protest and Dean scrabbled to reach Sam's phone so he could call someone, anyone.
A piercing screech stopped Dean in his tracks as he watched as Sam clutched at his stomach. Dean rushed to Sam's side and watched as a helpless tear slid down Sam's burning face.
Dean pressed a hand to Sam's forehead and almost gasped at how so much heat almost radiated off it. Sam's eyes slid shut and he fell limp in Dean's arms.
"Sam! Sam!"
Mr Andrews was walking down the corridor when he heard someone yelling someone's name. The name was familiar to him... Oh yeah, it was the kid that never showed up. The voice sounded frantic and panicky.
"Sam?" Mr Andrews burst into the boys bathroom and drew back in surprise.
"He needs help!" One of his students said. Mr Andrews quickly got out his phone and dialled the ambulance, his fingers shaking as he stabbed in the dreaded 999. He kneeled beside the unconscious boy and took his hand, which was stone cold. "How long has he been here?"
"I don't know! I just came!" Dean said, and let out a breath he hadn't realised he had been holding when he heard the distant wailing of a siren.
When someone got hurt on a hunt, he was never scared like this for the person. But he talked to this kid, and he seemed like he had more of a life to live than he was doing now. And whenever children were involved in any sort of hunt, a shiver always ran down his spine.
Dean was pulled out of his thoughts when a a group of people lifted Sam off the ground after checking him for injures and stuffing him in the ambulance. Dean grabbed Sam's bag and phone and scurried in after Sam.
"Sam. Can you hear me? Sam..." Voices echoed through Sam's mind. His fuzzy brain tried to work out who was saying the words.
A deep voice... A man...No...It was childlike... Almost teenish... Not his foster brother! Please no! Sam forced himself to open his eyes, but they felt like they were weighed down with bricks.
"Sam, wake up." The voice said again. He listened to his heavy raspy breathing. Was he dead? No, if he was dead then he wouldn't be breathing.
Slowly the voices came more frequent and clear but he still couldn't tell who it was. A rhythmic beeping noise filled his ears. Beep...beep...beep...beep...
"Sam, who should I call?"
"Sam. Can you hear me? Sam..." Dean said.
His chair was pulled up next to Sam's bed and he was trying to get Sam to wake up already. The doctor had said it was a minor case of internal bleeding, but he didn't know what had caused it. If it was minor, why wasn't Sam waking up?
He watched Sam's delicate features until suddenly his eyes screwed up as if he was in pain and his hands curled into right balls. The heart monitor started going of in a wild tune.
"Sam? Calm down or I'll call a nurse. Its okay, I'm here." Dean cringed. Sam probably wouldn't want him there at all, he probably just wanted his foster parents. Dean turned his attention back to Sam. Sam didn't show any signs of waking up or even hearing him.
"Sam, wake up." Dean sighed. Sam's breathing became less erratic and his hands went back to being sweaty starfish shapes on the bed. Dean picked up Sam's phone gingerly.
"Sam, who should I call?" Dean didn't expect an answer other than the beeps coming from the machine.